I died for Beauty - Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty — but was scarce

Adjusted in the Tomb

When One who died for Truth, was lain

In an adjoining Room —

He questioned softly Why I failed?

"For beauty", I replied —

"And I — for Truth — Themself are One —

We Brethren, are", He said —

And so, as Kinsmen met a Night—

We talked between the Rooms —

Until the Moss had reached our lips—

And covered up — our names —

Un 10 de diciembre como hoy nació la gran poeta  

Emily Dickinson (1830 Amherst, Massachussets)